Claire Bo'ness Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Sick vibe, sometimes, air thick with lust. Glitter hides grime, fancy lights flicker. Owners grin, “Business, it is!” Hmph, slimy they be, coins over souls. Heard tell, one joint – Paris, maybe? – had secret tunnel, coppers dodged! Clever buggers, outsmartin’ law. “You either die hero…” or keep pimpin’. Me, I’d shut ‘em down, saber swingin’. But real, it stays – old as sin. Do or do not, folks still do. Wild world, brothel be, Gotham’s twin!

Then I wandered over to the Kinneil House. It’s this old ruin, and I love it. I’m all about that history, ya know? But as I’m exploring, I trip over a stone and nearly faceplant. I’m lying there, thinkin’, “Great, now I’m just another tourist who can’t walk.” But then I see this wee kid giggling at me. I just waved and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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